Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
Brandoch Daha laughed. “Sixteenth!” said he. “Thou’lt be rich, Mivarsh,
if thou reckon gold pieces o’ this fashion thou dost days. This is but
our ninth day’s journey.”
But Mivarsh stood stoutly to it, saying that was the seventh day after
their departure when Corund first came to Salapanta, “And I fleeing now
nine days before his face chanced on your tracks, and now out of all
expectation on you.” Nor for all their mocking would he be turned from
this. And when, as they still pressed through the desert southward, the
sun declined and set in a clear sky, behold the moon a little past her
full: and Juss saw that she was seven days older than on that night she
was when they came to Ishnain Nemartra. So he showed this wonder to
Brandoch Daha and Spitfire, and much they marvelled.
“You are much to thank me,” said Brandoch Daha, “that I kept you not a
full year awaiting of me. Beshrew me, but that seven days’ space seemed
to me but an hour!”
“Likely enow, to thee,” said Spitfire somewhat greenly. “But all we
slept the week out on the cold stones, and I am half lamed yet with the
ache on’t.”
“Nay,” said Juss, laughing; “I will not have thee blame him.”
The moon was high when they came to the salt lakes that lay one a
little above the other in rocky basins. Their waters were like rough
silver, and the harsh face of the wilderness was black and silver in
the moonlight; and it was as a country of dead bones, blind and sterile
beneath the moon. Betwixt the lakes a rib of rock rose monstrous to
an eminence crag-begirt on every side, with dark walls ringing it
round above the cliffs. Thither they hastened, and as they climbed and
stumbled among the crags a she-owl squeaked on the battlements and took
wing ghost-like above their heads. The teeth of Mivarsh Faz chattered,
but right glad were the Demons as they won up the rocks and entered at
last into that deserted burg. Without, the night was still; but fires
were burning in the desert eastward, and others as they watched were
kindled in the west, and soon was the circle joined of twinkling points
of red round about Eshgrar Ogo and the lakes.
Juss said, “By an hour have we forestalled them. And behold how he
ringeth us about as men ring a scorpion in flame.”
So they made all sure, and set the guard, and slept until past dawn.
But Mivarsh slept not, for terror of hob-thrushes from the Moruna.
XI: THE BURG OF ESHGRAR OGO
OF THE LORD CORUND’S BESIEGING OF THE BURG ABOVE THE LAKES OF OGO
MORVEO, AND WHAT BEFELL THERE BETWIXT HIM AND THE DEMONS;
WHEREIN IS ALSO AN EXAMPLE HOW THE SUBTLE OF HEART STANDETH AT
WHILES IN GREAT DANGER OF HIS DEATH.
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